One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Book of the Gods 27:45
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"Welcome, daughter of mine." Lifting his weary head, The Great Dragon caught the scent of her divine presence within his nostrils the exact moment the Fate clad in her gray robes entered the tranquil loneliness of his domain. "To what do I owe the honor of this, your first visit to my plane?" Diur's head lowered once again to the massive slab upon which he rested wearily, his gray scales ebbed between long and drawn out breaths.
Sarina stood there, her face hidden in shadows of her hood. She sensed the pull of the cosmos as it struggled against her desire to remain here with her father. This wasn't her place. At least, not yet. And forces more ancient than even the gods worked against her, seeking to pull her back from this realm where light and dark existed in the same time and place. "I cannot stay long, but I wanted to speak to you. You have not come to visit in so long. And we have much to discuss."
"Of course, my child." His eyes blinked a few times in slow succession, slitted pupils fluctuating in size with each open and close of his eyelids. "I am well aware of the forces fighting against you at this very moment. But that you have found the strength to reach this higher level of existence? Even if for only a brief time? It pleases me greatly."
The Keeper of Neutrality's posture stiffened, mirroring an increased rigidity to her voice. "Because I am your daughter? Or because of what is eventually to happen to you and what my role is to become once you have ceased to exist?"
Diur raised his head once more, but not quite so high as before. "Can it not be both?" he asked. "You have discovered a great many things, I see."
Sarina's head dropped and then swiped gently side to side, her hard demeanor softening with slumping shoulders. "I have discovered the truth, if that is what you mean. I know you are dying. I know the reality of everything that once was. What you once were."
"Truth?" Diur's scaly mouth curled into the sort of snarly grin only a dragon's long snout could manage. "What is truth but the perception we each put on the events we ourselves bear witness to?"
